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10 years ago
This group is still active but things got a little crazy. As they settle into a dull roar I'll be uploading again.
I had a dream last night that had strong dualist meaning. I saw the intervention of a benevolent god, moving beneath the surface of our reality and only now and then emerging just a little, like a whale breaching the surface of the water. It was an information overload, a rapid slide show of so many events from the time of the Book of Daniel to our present day that I could not zero in on one single moment. It was also a dream within a dream; I woke within my dream and related that information to someone who I identified as a father, but was not my literal, present, biological father. I can remember nothing about him except he was not the man who raised me.
This comes after discovering that what I thought was a recent past life of mine as a 20th century Gnostic figure of some note was probably not a past life of mine at all; he was only a person who was very similar to me in many respects. This is a relief to me because being him would have complicated things.
I feel that by overcoming the idea that this was a past life and discovering that I am more of a kindred spirit on a similar path, I've removed some degree of occlusion and can see just a little more clearly though it's still "through a glass, darkly" to quote the passage in 1 Corinthians.
Still, lately the pain of this world has been immense and I find myself facing creative blocks that I'm working as hard as I can to clear. I am ready to transcend and I do not know if becoming attached to the idea of transcendence is itself an obstacle to transcendence (as Buddhism would have it, desire being a form of attachment) or merely the natural instinct of a being that knows its true home is not in this silly hologram of a universe.
I had a dream last night that had strong dualist meaning. I saw the intervention of a benevolent god, moving beneath the surface of our reality and only now and then emerging just a little, like a whale breaching the surface of the water. It was an information overload, a rapid slide show of so many events from the time of the Book of Daniel to our present day that I could not zero in on one single moment. It was also a dream within a dream; I woke within my dream and related that information to someone who I identified as a father, but was not my literal, present, biological father. I can remember nothing about him except he was not the man who raised me.
This comes after discovering that what I thought was a recent past life of mine as a 20th century Gnostic figure of some note was probably not a past life of mine at all; he was only a person who was very similar to me in many respects. This is a relief to me because being him would have complicated things.
I feel that by overcoming the idea that this was a past life and discovering that I am more of a kindred spirit on a similar path, I've removed some degree of occlusion and can see just a little more clearly though it's still "through a glass, darkly" to quote the passage in 1 Corinthians.
Still, lately the pain of this world has been immense and I find myself facing creative blocks that I'm working as hard as I can to clear. I am ready to transcend and I do not know if becoming attached to the idea of transcendence is itself an obstacle to transcendence (as Buddhism would have it, desire being a form of attachment) or merely the natural instinct of a being that knows its true home is not in this silly hologram of a universe.
